Moon Desert
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UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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Joseph’s Soup
Once, as I sat near the bustling grocer's market, a vibrant scene unfolded before me. Amid her circle of friends, there she stood - an enchanting Asian beauty. Her slanted eyes sparkled with a captivating allure, drawing me closer. A cascade of lustrous, ebony hair flowed down her back, framing her delicate features. She envisioned loveliness, while I, a mere spectre, felt insignificant in her radiant presence. After that faintest moment, she slipped away from my sight, leaving me to ponder her whereabouts for an eternity.
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Psyche
the luxury of loneliness
so there is an emptiness of space and abundance of thoughts flowing on constant mood swings there are no words too many words too many bad connections and good connotations there is past and future never present oh what a desert there are only lonely dinners breakfasts lunches and suppers there are as many signals as one can master mustering up courage to all invisible tasks that meant to lead somewhere yet in the end they led exactly nowhere like an express train crashing into lights and moods there are seam strips from torn jeans and t-shirts remembering decades when we were still young and pretty strips of fabric worn out too fast to count them all in this perpetual stream of thoughts whispers of yet undiscovered worlds
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
